as children we
look out at the world
with eyes so new and yet
so close were we
to the dark abyss
that hellfire crater
of consciousness

looking at the sun
for the first time
feeling the quick
fleeting flicker of life
before the dark creeps in,
familiar

it may be a nightmare
but it may be just a memory
an understanding of
what came before and
what will come after.
the spark is quick to fade
and the objects given form and
colored by light and pigment
fade with it into nothing
exactly as things
have always been
exactly how we
yearn
to remember